Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Holidays for Tomorrow

I am not really thrilled with the holidays for tomorrow so therefore I may go back and celebrate Barbie-in-a-Blender again. Tomorrow, Aug 12th is IBM PC Day. Now, as a family that has all Apple computers, and having a son that works at Apple, I can tell you right now that we will not be celebrating this one. It will also be International Youth Day, which to me is a little bit of an oxymoron. When my kids were growing up, it seemed like every day was their day. Has that changed? Anyway, this holiday was developed by the United Nations and this year's theme is communication among youth of different cultures. Now I get it. That sounds good. Communication leads to understanding which leads to tolerance.Next is Sewing Machine Day. This also will not be celebrated at our house. Although I wish I could sew (my sister is a whiz at sewing) I was not blessed with the sewing gene. I can't even sew a button on. I get threads all over the outside of the button and it looks terrible. The sewer in my home is my husband George. So I hand over my mending projects to him. And ironing projects. I don't iron either. For that matter, I don't cook. He does all the cooking. What is it that I do? I'll get back to you on that in a future blog.The final holiday, which just fills me with nostalgia, is Vinyl Record Day. I remember fondly my collection of 45s and 33 albums. The 45s had a bright yellow adapter that fit in the middle so that you could put the record on the turntable. Scratchy sound, it was great. The 45s always had a hit on one side and an unknown song on the back. One of the 45s I owned had a song called "Parkin' Meter" on the back. The lyrics consisted of

"Parkin' meterParkin' meterPut a penny in the parkin' meter." I believe that was about it for the lyrics, along with some sound effects to sound like coins dropping.I also owned an "Asian" record recorded by Hari Kari and His Six Saki Sippers. Why I bought it I don't know but I did have many hours of hilarious fun listening to the two songs, sung with authentic "Asian" accents: "Yes, Sir, That's My Baby", and "Yokohama Mama" (Twas in Yokohama, I met this hot mama. She served radishes, octopus, rice and fried squid)Not sure about those lyrics. They were a little unclear.Then there was "Sandy Went Away." Another lyric sensation."Sandy went awayOh how I miss her.Sandy went awayI long to kiss her.Maybe some day I prayShe'll come back to me to stay, to stay,Wo wo wo wo wo..."This one was a special favorite of my sister's.

We lost something when we gave up our vinyl records. You haven't lived till you have put a record on the spindle and watched it drop down, with the needle arm moving over to play it. Talk about technology!

Total Pageviews

Welcome to the World of Wrinkles, Waistlines and Wet Pants!

As a Baby Boomer, I have discovered this rush of freedom that seems to accompany getting older. For so many years, we women are consumed with getting somewhere, being someone, having the right things, the right friends, the right clothes. Being the perfect wives, mothers and hostesses. How much of our lives has been spent in this relentless pursuit of youthful perfection?Now I am celebrating me. Being who I am with my natural gray hair, my wrinkles and sags, even my midsection paunch. (OK, I could do without that last one, but exercise seems to be the only way to get rid of it. And that's another story) Enter my world. Laugh till you pee!